114 Tarzan of the Apes
march, hunting as he traveled. Only a few berries and an
occasional grub worm rewarded his search, and he was half
famished when, looking up from a log he had been rooting
beneath, he saw Sabor, the lioness, standing in the center of
the trail not twenty paces from him.
The great yellow eyes were fixed upon him with a wicked
and baleful gleam, and the red tongue licked the longing
lips as Sabor crouched, worming her stealthy way with belly
flattened against the earth.
Tarzan did not attempt to escape. He welcomed the op-
portunity for which, in fact, he had been searching for days
past, now that he was armed with something more than a
rope of grass.
Quickly he unslung his bow and fitted a well-daubed ar-
row, and as Sabor sprang, the tiny missile leaped to meet her
in mid-air. At the same instant Tarzan of the Apes jumped
to one side, and as the great cat struck the ground beyond
him another death-tipped arrow sunk deep into Sabor’s
loin.
With a mighty roar the beast turned and charged once
more, only to be met with a third arrow full in one eye; but
this time she was too close to the ape-man for the latter to
sidestep the onrushing body.
Tarzan of the Apes went down beneath the great body
of his enemy, but with gleaming knife drawn and striking
home. For a moment they lay there, and then Tarzan real-
ized that the inert mass lying upon him was beyond power
ever again to injure man or ape.
With difficulty he wriggled from beneath the great